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Folger Shakespeare Library https://shakespeare.folger.edu/ Get even more from the Folger You can get your own copy of this text to keep. Purchase a full copy to get the text, plus explanatory notes, illustrations, and more. Buy a copy  Contents From the Director of the Folger Shakespeare Library Front Textual Introduction Matter Synopsis Characters in the Play Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 ACT 1 Scene 4 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 7 Scene 1 Scene 2 ACT 2 Scene 3 Scene 4 Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 ACT 3 Scene 4 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 1 ACT 4 Scene 2 Scene 3 Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 Scene 4 ACT 5 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 7 Scene 8  From the Director of the Folger Shakespeare Library It is hard to imagine a world without Shakespeare. Since their composition four hundred years ago, Shakespeare’s plays and poems have traveled the globe, inviting those who see and read his works to make them their own. 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Because the Folger Shakespeare texts are edited in accord with twenty-first century knowledge about Shakespeare’s texts, the Folger here provides them to readers, scholars, teachers, actors, directors, and students, free of charge, confident of their quality as texts of the plays and pleased to be able to make this contribution to the study and enjoyment of Shakespeare.  Synopsis Macbeth, set primarily in Scotland, mixes witchcraft, prophecy, and murder. Three “Weïrd Sisters” appear to Macbeth and his comrade Banquo after a battle and prophesy that Macbeth will be king and that the descendants of Banquo will also reign. When Macbeth arrives at his castle, he and Lady Macbeth plot to assassinate King Duncan, soon to be their guest, so that Macbeth can become king. After Macbeth murders Duncan, the king’s two sons flee, and Macbeth is crowned. Fearing that Banquo’s descendants will, according to the Weïrd Sisters’ predictions, take over the kingdom, Macbeth has Banquo killed. At a royal banquet that evening, Macbeth sees Banquo’s ghost appear covered in blood. Macbeth determines to consult the Weïrd Sisters again. They comfort him with ambiguous promises. Another nobleman, Macduff, rides to England to join Duncan’s older son, Malcolm. Macbeth has Macduff’s wife and children murdered. Malcolm and Macduff lead an army against Macbeth, as Lady Macbeth goes mad and commits suicide. Macbeth confronts Malcolm’s army, trusting in the Weïrd Sisters’ comforting promises. He learns that the promises are tricks, but continues to fight. Macduff kills Macbeth and Malcolm becomes Scotland’s king.  Characters in the Play Three Witches, the Weïrd Sisters DUNCAN,king of Scotland MALCOLM, his elder son DONALBAIN, Duncan’s younger son MACBETH, thane of Glamis LADY MACBETH SEYTON, attendant to Macbeth Three Murderers in Macbeth’s service A Doctor both attending upon Lady Macbeth A Gentlewoman A Porter BANQUO, commander, with Macbeth, of Duncan’s army FLEANCE, his son MACDUFF, a Scottish noble LADY MACDUFF Their son LENNOX ROSS ANGUS Scottish Nobles MENTEITH CAITHNESS SIWARD,commander of the English forces YOUNG SIWARD, Siward’s son A Captain in Duncan’s army An Old Man A Doctor at the English court HECATE Apparitions: an Armed Head, a Bloody Child, a Crowned Child, and eight nonspeaking kings Three Messengers, Three Servants, a Lord, a Soldier Attendants, a Sewer, Servants, Lords, Thanes, Soldiers (all nonspeaking)  ACT 1 Scene 1 Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. FIRST WITCH FTLN 0001 When shall we three meet again? FTLN 0002 In thunder, lightning, or in rain? SECOND WITCH FTLN 0003 When the hurly-burly’s done, FTLN 0004 When the battle’s lost and won. THIRD WITCH FTLN 0005 That will be ere the set of sun. 5 FIRST WITCH FTLN 0006 Where the place? FTLN 0007 SECOND WITCH Upon the heath. THIRD WITCH FTLN 0008 There to meet with Macbeth. FTLN 0009 FIRST WITCH I come, Graymalkin. FTLN 0010 SECOND WITCH Paddock calls. 10 FTLN 0011 THIRD WITCH Anon. ALL FTLN 0012 Fair is foul, and foul is fair; FTLN 0013 Hover through the fog and filthy air. They exit. 7  ACT 1. SC. 2 9 Macbeth Scene 2 Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain. DUNCAN FTLN 0014 What bloody man is that? He can report, FTLN 0015 As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt FTLN 0016 The newest state. FTLN 0017 MALCOLM This is the sergeant FTLN 0018 Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 5 FTLN 0019 ’Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend! FTLN 0020 Say to the King the knowledge of the broil FTLN 0021 As thou didst leave it. FTLN 0022 CAPTAIN Doubtful it stood, FTLN 0023 As two spent swimmers that do cling together 10 FTLN 0024 And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald FTLN 0025 (Worthy to be a rebel, for to that FTLN 0026 The multiplying villainies of nature FTLN 0027 Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles FTLN 0028 Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; 15 FTLN 0029 And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling, FTLN 0030 Showed like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak; FTLN 0031 For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name), FTLN 0032 Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished steel, FTLN 0033 Which smoked with bloody execution, 20 FTLN 0034 Like Valor’s minion, carved out his passage FTLN 0035 Till he faced the slave; FTLN 0036 Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, FTLN 0037 Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops, FTLN 0038 And fixed his head upon our battlements. 25 DUNCAN FTLN 0039 O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman! CAPTAIN FTLN 0040 As whence the sun ’gins his reflection FTLN 0041 Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break,  ACT 1. SC. 2 11 Macbeth FTLN 0042 So from that spring whence comfort seemed to FTLN 0043 come 30 FTLN 0044 Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark: FTLN 0045 No sooner justice had, with valor armed, FTLN 0046 Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels, FTLN 0047 But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, FTLN 0048 With furbished arms and new supplies of men, 35 FTLN 0049 Began a fresh assault. DUNCAN FTLN 0050 Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and FTLN 0051 Banquo? CAPTAIN FTLN 0052 Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. FTLN 0053 If I say sooth, I must report they were 40 FTLN 0054 As cannons overcharged with double cracks, FTLN 0055 So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe. FTLN 0056 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds FTLN 0057 Or memorize another Golgotha, FTLN 0058 I cannot tell— 45 FTLN 0059 But I am faint. My gashes cry for help. DUNCAN FTLN 0060 So well thy words become thee as thy wounds: FTLN 0061 They smack of honor both.—Go, get him surgeons. The Captain is led off by Attendants. Enter Ross and Angus. FTLN 0062 Who comes here? FTLN 0063 MALCOLM The worthy Thane of Ross. 50 LENNOX FTLN 0064 What a haste looks through his eyes! FTLN 0065 So should he look that seems to speak things FTLN 0066 strange. FTLN 0067 ROSS God save the King. FTLN 0068 DUNCAN Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane? 55 FTLN 0069 ROSS From Fife, great king, FTLN 0070 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky  ACT 1. SC. 3 13 Macbeth FTLN 0071 And fan our people cold. FTLN 0072 Norway himself, with terrible numbers, FTLN 0073 Assisted by that most disloyal traitor, 60 FTLN 0074 The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict, FTLN 0075 Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof, FTLN 0076 Confronted him with self-comparisons, FTLN 0077 Point against point, rebellious arm ’gainst arm, FTLN 0078 Curbing his lavish spirit. And to conclude, 65 FTLN 0079 The victory fell on us. FTLN 0080 DUNCAN Great happiness! FTLN 0081 ROSS That now Sweno, FTLN 0082 The Norways’ king, craves composition. FTLN 0083 Nor would we deign him burial of his men 70 FTLN 0084 Till he disbursèd at Saint Colme’s Inch FTLN 0085 Ten thousand dollars to our general use. DUNCAN FTLN 0086 No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive FTLN 0087 Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present FTLN 0088 death, 75 FTLN 0089 And with his former title greet Macbeth. FTLN 0090 ROSS I’ll see it done. DUNCAN FTLN 0091 What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. They exit. Scene 3 Thunder. Enter the three Witches. FTLN 0092 FIRST WITCH Where hast thou been, sister? FTLN 0093 SECOND WITCH Killing swine. FTLN 0094 THIRD WITCH Sister, where thou? FIRST WITCH FTLN 0095 A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap FTLN 0096 And munched and munched and munched. “Give 5 FTLN 0097 me,” quoth I. FTLN 0098 “Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries.  ACT 1. SC. 3 15 Macbeth FTLN 0099 Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger; FTLN 0100 But in a sieve I’ll thither sail, FTLN 0101 And, like a rat without a tail, 10 FTLN 0102 I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do. SECOND WITCH FTLN 0103 I’ll give thee a wind. FIRST WITCH FTLN 0104 Th’ art kind. THIRD WITCH FTLN 0105 And I another. FIRST WITCH FTLN 0106 I myself have all the other, 15 FTLN 0107 And the very ports they blow; FTLN 0108 All the quarters that they know FTLN 0109 I’ th’ shipman’s card. FTLN 0110 I’ll drain him dry as hay. FTLN 0111 Sleep shall neither night nor day 20 FTLN 0112 Hang upon his penthouse lid. FTLN 0113 He shall live a man forbid. FTLN 0114 Weary sev’nnights, nine times nine, FTLN 0115 Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine. FTLN 0116 Though his bark cannot be lost, 25 FTLN 0117 Yet it shall be tempest-tossed. FTLN 0118 Look what I have. FTLN 0119 SECOND WITCH Show me, show me. FIRST WITCH FTLN 0120 Here I have a pilot’s thumb, FTLN 0121 Wracked as homeward he did come. Drum within. 30 THIRD WITCH FTLN 0122 A drum, a drum! FTLN 0123 Macbeth doth come. ALL, dancing in a circle FTLN 0124 The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand, FTLN 0125 Posters of the sea and land, FTLN 0126 Thus do go about, about, 35 FTLN 0127 Thrice to thine and thrice to mine  ACT 1. SC. 3 17 Macbeth FTLN 0128 And thrice again, to make up nine. FTLN 0129 Peace, the charm’s wound up. Enter Macbeth and Banquo. MACBETH FTLN 0130 So foul and fair a day I have not seen. BANQUO FTLN 0131 How far is ’t called to Forres? —What are these, 40 FTLN 0132 So withered, and so wild in their attire, FTLN 0133 That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth FTLN 0134 And yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught FTLN 0135 That man may question? You seem to understand FTLN 0136 me 45 FTLN 0137 By each at once her choppy finger laying FTLN 0138 Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, FTLN 0139 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret FTLN 0140 That you are so. FTLN 0141 MACBETH Speak if you can. What are you? 50 FIRST WITCH FTLN 0142 All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! SECOND WITCH FTLN 0143 All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! THIRD WITCH FTLN 0144 All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter! BANQUO FTLN 0145 Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear FTLN 0146 Things that do sound so fair?—I’ th’ name of truth, 55 FTLN 0147 Are you fantastical, or that indeed FTLN 0148 Which outwardly you show? My noble partner FTLN 0149 You greet with present grace and great prediction FTLN 0150 Of noble having and of royal hope, FTLN 0151 That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. 60 FTLN 0152 If you can look into the seeds of time FTLN 0153 And say which grain will grow and which will not, FTLN 0154 Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear FTLN 0155 Your favors nor your hate.  ACT 1. SC. 3 19 Macbeth FTLN 0156 FIRST WITCH Hail! 65 FTLN 0157 SECOND WITCH Hail! FTLN 0158 THIRD WITCH Hail! FIRST WITCH FTLN 0159 Lesser than Macbeth and greater. SECOND WITCH FTLN 0160 Not so happy, yet much happier. THIRD WITCH FTLN 0161 Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. 70 FTLN 0162 So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! FIRST WITCH FTLN 0163 Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! MACBETH FTLN 0164 Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. FTLN 0165 By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis. FTLN 0166 But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives 75 FTLN 0167 A prosperous gentleman, and to be king FTLN 0168 Stands not within the prospect of belief, FTLN 0169 No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence FTLN 0170 You owe this strange intelligence or why FTLN 0171 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way 80 FTLN 0172 With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you. Witches vanish. BANQUO FTLN 0173 The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, FTLN 0174 And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? MACBETH FTLN 0175 Into the air, and what seemed corporal melted, FTLN 0176 As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed! 85 BANQUO FTLN 0177 Were such things here as we do speak about? FTLN 0178 Or have we eaten on the insane root FTLN 0179 That takes the reason prisoner? MACBETH FTLN 0180 Your children shall be kings. FTLN 0181 BANQUO You shall be king. 90  ACT 1. SC. 3 21 Macbeth MACBETH FTLN 0182 And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so? BANQUO FTLN 0183 To th’ selfsame tune and words.—Who’s here? Enter Ross and Angus. ROSS FTLN 0184 The King hath happily received, Macbeth, FTLN 0185 The news of thy success, and, when he reads FTLN 0186 Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight, 95 FTLN 0187 His wonders and his praises do contend FTLN 0188 Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that, FTLN 0189 In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ selfsame day FTLN 0190 He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, FTLN 0191 Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, 100 FTLN 0192 Strange images of death. As thick as tale FTLN 0193 Came post with post, and every one did bear FTLN 0194 Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense, FTLN 0195 And poured them down before him. FTLN 0196 ANGUS We are sent 105 FTLN 0197 To give thee from our royal master thanks, FTLN 0198 Only to herald thee into his sight, FTLN 0199 Not pay thee. ROSS FTLN 0200 And for an earnest of a greater honor, FTLN 0201 He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor, 110 FTLN 0202 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane, FTLN 0203 For it is thine. FTLN 0204 BANQUO What, can the devil speak true? MACBETH FTLN 0205 The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me FTLN 0206 In borrowed robes? 115 FTLN 0207 ANGUS Who was the Thane lives yet, FTLN 0208 But under heavy judgment bears that life FTLN 0209 Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was FTLN 0210 combined  ACT 1. SC. 3 23 Macbeth FTLN 0211 With those of Norway, or did line the rebel 120 FTLN 0212 With hidden help and vantage, or that with both FTLN 0213 He labored in his country’s wrack, I know not; FTLN 0214 But treasons capital, confessed and proved, FTLN 0215 Have overthrown him. FTLN 0216 MACBETH, aside Glamis and Thane of Cawdor! 125 FTLN 0217 The greatest is behind. To Ross and Angus. Thanks FTLN 0218 for your pains. FTLN 0219 Aside to Banquo. Do you not hope your children FTLN 0220 shall be kings, FTLN 0221 When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me 130 FTLN 0222 Promised no less to them? FTLN 0223 BANQUO That, trusted home, FTLN 0224 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, FTLN 0225 Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange. FTLN 0226 And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, 135 FTLN 0227 The instruments of darkness tell us truths, FTLN 0228 Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s FTLN 0229 In deepest consequence.— FTLN 0230 Cousins, a word, I pray you. They step aside. FTLN 0231 MACBETH, aside Two truths are told 140 FTLN 0232 As happy prologues to the swelling act FTLN 0233 Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. FTLN 0234 Aside. This supernatural soliciting FTLN 0235 Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, FTLN 0236 Why hath it given me earnest of success 145 FTLN 0237 Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor. FTLN 0238 If good, why do I yield to that suggestion FTLN 0239 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair FTLN 0240 And make my seated heart knock at my ribs FTLN 0241 Against the use of nature? Present fears 150 FTLN 0242 Are less than horrible imaginings. FTLN 0243 My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, FTLN 0244 Shakes so my single state of man FTLN 0245 That function is smothered in surmise, FTLN 0246 And nothing is but what is not. 155  ACT 1. SC. 4 25 Macbeth FTLN 0247 BANQUO Look how our partner’s rapt. MACBETH, aside FTLN 0248 If chance will have me king, why, chance may FTLN 0249 crown me FTLN 0250 Without my stir. FTLN 0251 BANQUO New honors come upon him, 160 FTLN 0252 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold FTLN 0253 But with the aid of use. FTLN 0254 MACBETH, aside Come what come may, FTLN 0255 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. BANQUO FTLN 0256 Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. 165 MACBETH FTLN 0257 Give me your favor. My dull brain was wrought FTLN 0258 With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains FTLN 0259 Are registered where every day I turn FTLN 0260 The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King. FTLN 0261 Aside to Banquo. Think upon what hath chanced, 170 FTLN 0262 and at more time, FTLN 0263 The interim having weighed it, let us speak FTLN 0264 Our free hearts each to other. FTLN 0265 BANQUO Very gladly. FTLN 0266 MACBETH Till then, enough.—Come, friends. 175 They exit. Scene 4 Flourish. Enter King Duncan, Lennox, Malcolm, Donalbain, and Attendants. DUNCAN FTLN 0267 Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not FTLN 0268 Those in commission yet returned? FTLN 0269 MALCOLM My liege, FTLN 0270 They are not yet come back. But I have spoke FTLN 0271 With one that saw him die, who did report 5  ACT 1. SC. 4 27 Macbeth FTLN 0272 That very frankly he confessed his treasons, FTLN 0273 Implored your Highness’ pardon, and set forth FTLN 0274 A deep repentance. Nothing in his life FTLN 0275 Became him like the leaving it. He died FTLN 0276 As one that had been studied in his death 10 FTLN 0277 To throw away the dearest thing he owed FTLN 0278 As ’twere a careless trifle. FTLN 0279 DUNCAN There’s no art FTLN 0280 To find the mind’s construction in the face. FTLN 0281 He was a gentleman on whom I built 15 FTLN 0282 An absolute trust. Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus. FTLN 0283 O worthiest cousin, FTLN 0284 The sin of my ingratitude even now FTLN 0285 Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before FTLN 0286 That swiftest wing of recompense is slow 20 FTLN 0287 To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, FTLN 0288 That the proportion both of thanks and payment FTLN 0289 Might have been mine! Only I have left to say, FTLN 0290 More is thy due than more than all can pay. MACBETH FTLN 0291 The service and the loyalty I owe 25 FTLN 0292 In doing it pays itself. Your Highness’ part FTLN 0293 Is to receive our duties, and our duties FTLN 0294 Are to your throne and state children and servants, FTLN 0295 Which do but what they should by doing everything FTLN 0296 Safe toward your love and honor. 30 FTLN 0297 DUNCAN Welcome hither. FTLN 0298 I have begun to plant thee and will labor FTLN 0299 To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo, FTLN 0300 That hast no less deserved nor must be known FTLN 0301 No less to have done so, let me enfold thee 35 FTLN 0302 And hold thee to my heart. FTLN 0303 BANQUO There, if I grow, FTLN 0304 The harvest is your own.  ACT 1. SC. 4 29 Macbeth FTLN 0305 DUNCAN My plenteous joys, FTLN 0306 Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves 40 FTLN 0307 In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes, FTLN 0308 And you whose places are the nearest, know FTLN 0309 We will establish our estate upon FTLN 0310 Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter FTLN 0311 The Prince of Cumberland; which honor must 45 FTLN 0312 Not unaccompanied invest him only, FTLN 0313 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine FTLN 0314 On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness FTLN 0315 And bind us further to you. MACBETH FTLN 0316 The rest is labor which is not used for you. 50 FTLN 0317 I’ll be myself the harbinger and make joyful FTLN 0318 The hearing of my wife with your approach. FTLN 0319 So humbly take my leave. FTLN 0320 DUNCAN My worthy Cawdor. MACBETH, aside FTLN 0321 The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step 55 FTLN 0322 On which I must fall down or else o’erleap, FTLN 0323 For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; FTLN 0324 Let not light see my black and deep desires. FTLN 0325 The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be FTLN 0326 Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. 60 He exits. DUNCAN FTLN 0327 True, worthy Banquo. He is full so valiant, FTLN 0328 And in his commendations I am fed: FTLN 0329 It is a banquet to me.—Let’s after him, FTLN 0330 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome. FTLN 0331 It is a peerless kinsman. 65 Flourish. They exit.  ACT 1. SC. 5 31 Macbeth Scene 5 Enter Macbeth’s Wife, alone, with a letter. FTLN 0332 LADY MACBETH, reading the letter They met me in the FTLN 0333 day of success, and I have learned by the perfect’st FTLN 0334 report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. FTLN 0335 When I burned in desire to question them further, they FTLN 0336 made themselves air, into which they vanished. 5 FTLN 0337 Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives FTLN 0338 from the King, who all-hailed me “Thane of Cawdor,” FTLN 0339 by which title, before, these Weïrd Sisters saluted me FTLN 0340 and referred me to the coming on of time with “Hail, FTLN 0341 king that shalt be.” This have I thought good to deliver 10 FTLN 0342 thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou FTLN 0343 might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant FTLN 0344 of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy FTLN 0345 heart, and farewell. FTLN 0346 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be 15 FTLN 0347 What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; FTLN 0348 It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness FTLN 0349 To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, FTLN 0350 Art not without ambition, but without FTLN 0351 The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst 20 FTLN 0352 highly, FTLN 0353 That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false FTLN 0354 And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou ’dst have, great FTLN 0355 Glamis, FTLN 0356 That which cries “Thus thou must do,” if thou have 25 FTLN 0357 it, FTLN 0358 And that which rather thou dost fear to do, FTLN 0359 Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, FTLN 0360 That I may pour my spirits in thine ear FTLN 0361 And chastise with the valor of my tongue 30 FTLN 0362 All that impedes thee from the golden round, FTLN 0363 Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem FTLN 0364 To have thee crowned withal.  ACT 1. SC. 5 33 Macbeth Enter Messenger. FTLN 0365 What is your tidings? MESSENGER FTLN 0366 The King comes here tonight. 35 FTLN 0367 LADY MACBETH Thou ’rt mad to say it. FTLN 0368 Is not thy master with him, who, were ’t so, FTLN 0369 Would have informed for preparation? MESSENGER FTLN 0370 So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming. FTLN 0371 One of my fellows had the speed of him, 40 FTLN 0372 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more FTLN 0373 Than would make up his message. FTLN 0374 LADY MACBETH Give him tending. FTLN 0375 He brings great news. Messenger exits. FTLN 0376 The raven himself is hoarse 45 FTLN 0377 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan FTLN 0378 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits FTLN 0379 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, FTLN 0380 And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full FTLN 0381 Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. 50 FTLN 0382 Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse, FTLN 0383 That no compunctious visitings of nature FTLN 0384 Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between FTLN 0385 Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts FTLN 0386 And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers, 55 FTLN 0387 Wherever in your sightless substances FTLN 0388 You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, FTLN 0389 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, FTLN 0390 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, FTLN 0391 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark 60 FTLN 0392 To cry “Hold, hold!” Enter Macbeth. FTLN 0393 Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor, FTLN 0394 Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter!  ACT 1. SC. 6 35 Macbeth FTLN 0395 Thy letters have transported me beyond FTLN 0396 This ignorant present, and I feel now 65 FTLN 0397 The future in the instant. FTLN 0398 MACBETH My dearest love, FTLN 0399 Duncan comes here tonight. FTLN 0400 LADY MACBETH And when goes hence? MACBETH FTLN 0401 Tomorrow, as he purposes. 70 FTLN 0402 LADY MACBETH O, never FTLN 0403 Shall sun that morrow see! FTLN 0404 Your face, my thane, is as a book where men FTLN 0405 May read strange matters. To beguile the time, FTLN 0406 Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, 75 FTLN 0407 Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent FTLN 0408 flower, FTLN 0409 But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming FTLN 0410 Must be provided for; and you shall put FTLN 0411 This night’s great business into my dispatch, 80 FTLN 0412 Which shall to all our nights and days to come FTLN 0413 Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. MACBETH FTLN 0414 We will speak further. FTLN 0415 LADY MACBETH Only look up clear. FTLN 0416 To alter favor ever is to fear. 85 FTLN 0417 Leave all the rest to me. They exit. Scene 6 Hautboys and Torches. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants. DUNCAN FTLN 0418 This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air FTLN 0419 Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself FTLN 0420 Unto our gentle senses.  ACT 1. SC. 6 37 Macbeth FTLN 0421 BANQUO This guest of summer, FTLN 0422 The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, 5 FTLN 0423 By his loved mansionry, that the heaven’s breath FTLN 0424 Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, FTLN 0425 Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird FTLN 0426 Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle. FTLN 0427 Where they most breed and haunt, I have 10 FTLN 0428 observed, FTLN 0429 The air is delicate. Enter Lady Macbeth. FTLN 0430 DUNCAN See, see our honored hostess!— FTLN 0431 The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, FTLN 0432 Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you 15 FTLN 0433 How you shall bid God ’ild us for your pains FTLN 0434 And thank us for your trouble. FTLN 0435 LADY MACBETH All our service, FTLN 0436 In every point twice done and then done double, FTLN 0437 Were poor and single business to contend 20 FTLN 0438 Against those honors deep and broad wherewith FTLN 0439 Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old, FTLN 0440 And the late dignities heaped up to them, FTLN 0441 We rest your hermits. FTLN 0442 DUNCAN Where’s the Thane of Cawdor? 25 FTLN 0443 We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose FTLN 0444 To be his purveyor; but he rides well, FTLN 0445 And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath helped FTLN 0446 him FTLN 0447 To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, 30 FTLN 0448 We are your guest tonight. FTLN 0449 LADY MACBETH Your servants ever FTLN 0450 Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt FTLN 0451 To make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure, FTLN 0452 Still to return your own. 35 FTLN 0453 DUNCAN Give me your hand.  ACT 1. SC. 7 39 Macbeth Taking her hand. FTLN 0454 Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly FTLN 0455 And shall continue our graces towards him. FTLN 0456 By your leave, hostess. They exit. Scene 7 Hautboys. Torches. Enter a Sewer and divers Servants with dishes and service over the stage. Then enter Macbeth. MACBETH FTLN 0457 If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well FTLN 0458 It were done quickly. If th’ assassination FTLN 0459 Could trammel up the consequence and catch FTLN 0460 With his surcease success, that but this blow FTLN 0461 Might be the be-all and the end-all here, 5 FTLN 0462 But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, FTLN 0463 We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases FTLN 0464 We still have judgment here, that we but teach FTLN 0465 Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return FTLN 0466 To plague th’ inventor. This even-handed justice 10 FTLN 0467 Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice FTLN 0468 To our own lips. He’s here in double trust: FTLN 0469 First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, FTLN 0470 Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, FTLN 0471 Who should against his murderer shut the door, 15 FTLN 0472 Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan FTLN 0473 Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been FTLN 0474 So clear in his great office, that his virtues FTLN 0475 Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against FTLN 0476 The deep damnation of his taking-off; 20 FTLN 0477 And pity, like a naked newborn babe FTLN 0478 Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin horsed  ACT 1. SC. 7 41 Macbeth FTLN 0479 Upon the sightless couriers of the air, FTLN 0480 Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, FTLN 0481 That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur 25 FTLN 0482 To prick the sides of my intent, but only FTLN 0483 Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself FTLN 0484 And falls on th’ other— Enter Lady Macbeth. FTLN 0485 How now, what news? LADY MACBETH FTLN 0486 He has almost supped. Why have you left the 30 FTLN 0487 chamber? MACBETH FTLN 0488 Hath he asked for me? FTLN 0489 LADY MACBETH Know you not he has? MACBETH FTLN 0490 We will proceed no further in this business. FTLN 0491 He hath honored me of late, and I have bought 35 FTLN 0492 Golden opinions from all sorts of people, FTLN 0493 Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, FTLN 0494 Not cast aside so soon. FTLN 0495 LADY MACBETH Was the hope drunk FTLN 0496 Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since? 40 FTLN 0497 And wakes it now, to look so green and pale FTLN 0498 At what it did so freely? From this time FTLN 0499 Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard FTLN 0500 To be the same in thine own act and valor FTLN 0501 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that 45 FTLN 0502 Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life FTLN 0503 And live a coward in thine own esteem, FTLN 0504 Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,” FTLN 0505 Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage? FTLN 0506 MACBETH Prithee, peace. 50 FTLN 0507 I dare do all that may become a man. FTLN 0508 Who dares do more is none.  ACT 1. SC. 7 43 Macbeth FTLN 0509 LADY MACBETH What beast was ’t, FTLN 0510 then, FTLN 0511 That made you break this enterprise to me? 55 FTLN 0512 When you durst do it, then you were a man; FTLN 0513 And to be more than what you were, you would FTLN 0514 Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place FTLN 0515 Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. FTLN 0516 They have made themselves, and that their fitness 60 FTLN 0517 now FTLN 0518 Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know FTLN 0519 How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me. FTLN 0520 I would, while it was smiling in my face, FTLN 0521 Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums 65 FTLN 0522 And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you FTLN 0523 Have done to this. FTLN 0524 MACBETH If we should fail— FTLN 0525 LADY MACBETH We fail? FTLN 0526 But screw your courage to the sticking place 70 FTLN 0527 And we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep FTLN 0528 (Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey FTLN 0529 Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains FTLN 0530 Will I with wine and wassail so convince FTLN 0531 That memory, the warder of the brain, 75 FTLN 0532 Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason FTLN 0533 A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep FTLN 0534 Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death, FTLN 0535 What cannot you and I perform upon FTLN 0536 Th’ unguarded Duncan? What not put upon 80 FTLN 0537 His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt FTLN 0538 Of our great quell? FTLN 0539 MACBETH Bring forth men-children only, FTLN 0540 For thy undaunted mettle should compose FTLN 0541 Nothing but males. Will it not be received, 85 FTLN 0542 When we have marked with blood those sleepy two FTLN 0543 Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, FTLN 0544 That they have done ’t?  ACT 1. SC. 7 45 Macbeth FTLN 0545 LADY MACBETH Who dares receive it other, FTLN 0546 As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar 90 FTLN 0547 Upon his death? FTLN 0548 MACBETH I am settled and bend up FTLN 0549 Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. FTLN 0550 Away, and mock the time with fairest show. FTLN 0551 False face must hide what the false heart doth 95 FTLN 0552 know. They exit.  ACT 2 Scene 1 Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him. FTLN 0553 BANQUO How goes the night, boy? FLEANCE FTLN 0554 The moon is down. I have not heard the clock. FTLN 0555 BANQUO And she goes down at twelve. FTLN 0556 FLEANCE I take ’t ’tis later, sir. BANQUO FTLN 0557 Hold, take my sword. He gives his sword to Fleance. 5 FTLN 0558 There’s husbandry in heaven; FTLN 0559 Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. FTLN 0560 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, FTLN 0561 And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, FTLN 0562 Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that nature 10 FTLN 0563 Gives way to in repose. Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch. FTLN 0564 Give me my sword.—Who’s FTLN 0565 there? FTLN 0566 MACBETH A friend. BANQUO FTLN 0567 What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s abed. 15 FTLN 0568 He hath been in unusual pleasure, and FTLN 0569 Sent forth great largess to your offices. FTLN 0570 This diamond he greets your wife withal, 49  ACT 2. SC. 1 51 Macbeth FTLN 0571 By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up FTLN 0572 In measureless content. 20 He gives Macbeth a jewel. FTLN 0573 MACBETH Being unprepared, FTLN 0574 Our will became the servant to defect, FTLN 0575 Which else should free have wrought. FTLN 0576 BANQUO All’s well. FTLN 0577 I dreamt last night of the three Weïrd Sisters. 25 FTLN 0578 To you they have showed some truth. FTLN 0579 MACBETH I think not of FTLN 0580 them. FTLN 0581 Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, FTLN 0582 We would spend it in some words upon that 30 FTLN 0583 business, FTLN 0584 If you would grant the time. FTLN 0585 BANQUO At your kind’st leisure. MACBETH FTLN 0586 If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis, FTLN 0587 It shall make honor for you. 35 FTLN 0588 BANQUO So I lose none FTLN 0589 In seeking to augment it, but still keep FTLN 0590 My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, FTLN 0591 I shall be counseled. FTLN 0592 MACBETH Good repose the while. 40 FTLN 0593 BANQUO Thanks, sir. The like to you. Banquo and Fleance exit. MACBETH FTLN 0594 Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, FTLN 0595 She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Servant exits. FTLN 0596 Is this a dagger which I see before me, FTLN 0597 The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch 45 FTLN 0598 thee. FTLN 0599 I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. FTLN 0600 Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible FTLN 0601 To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but  ACT 2. SC. 1 53 Macbeth FTLN 0602 A dagger of the mind, a false creation 50 FTLN 0603 Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain? FTLN 0604 I see thee yet, in form as palpable FTLN 0605 As this which now I draw. He draws his dagger. FTLN 0606 Thou marshal’st me the way that I was going, FTLN 0607 And such an instrument I was to use. 55 FTLN 0608 Mine eyes are made the fools o’ th’ other senses FTLN 0609 Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still, FTLN 0610 And, on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, FTLN 0611 Which was not so before. There’s no such thing. FTLN 0612 It is the bloody business which informs 60 FTLN 0613 Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one-half world FTLN 0614 Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse FTLN 0615 The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates FTLN 0616 Pale Hecate’s off’rings, and withered murder, FTLN 0617 Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, 65 FTLN 0618 Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, FTLN 0619 With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his FTLN 0620 design FTLN 0621 Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, FTLN 0622 Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear 70 FTLN 0623 Thy very stones prate of my whereabouts FTLN 0624 And take the present horror from the time, FTLN 0625 Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives. FTLN 0626 Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings. FTLN 0627 I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. 75 FTLN 0628 Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell FTLN 0629 That summons thee to heaven or to hell. He exits.  ACT 2. SC. 2 55 Macbeth Scene 2 Enter Lady Macbeth. LADY MACBETH FTLN 0630 That which hath made them drunk hath made me FTLN 0631 bold. FTLN 0632 What hath quenched them hath given me fire. FTLN 0633 Hark!—Peace. FTLN 0634 It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, 5 FTLN 0635 Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it. FTLN 0636 The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms FTLN 0637 Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugged FTLN 0638 their possets, FTLN 0639 That death and nature do contend about them 10 FTLN 0640 Whether they live or die. FTLN 0641 MACBETH, within Who’s there? what, ho! LADY MACBETH FTLN 0642 Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, FTLN 0643 And ’tis not done. Th’ attempt and not the deed FTLN 0644 Confounds us. Hark!—I laid their daggers ready; 15 FTLN 0645 He could not miss ’em. Had he not resembled FTLN 0646 My father as he slept, I had done ’t. Enter Macbeth with bloody daggers. FTLN 0647 My husband? MACBETH FTLN 0648 I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? LADY MACBETH FTLN 0649 I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. 20 FTLN 0650 Did not you speak? FTLN 0651 MACBETH When? FTLN 0652 LADY MACBETH Now. FTLN 0653 MACBETH As I descended? FTLN 0654 LADY MACBETH Ay. 25 FTLN 0655 MACBETH Hark!—Who lies i’ th’ second chamber? FTLN 0656 LADY MACBETH Donalbain.  ACT 2. SC. 2 57 Macbeth FTLN 0657 MACBETH This is a sorry sight. LADY MACBETH FTLN 0658 A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. MACBETH FTLN 0659 There’s one did laugh in ’s sleep, and one cried 30 FTLN 0660 “Murder!” FTLN 0661 That they did wake each other. I stood and heard FTLN 0662 them. FTLN 0663 But they did say their prayers and addressed them FTLN 0664 Again to sleep. 35 FTLN 0665 LADY MACBETH There are two lodged together. MACBETH FTLN 0666 One cried “God bless us” and “Amen” the other, FTLN 0667 As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands, FTLN 0668 List’ning their fear. I could not say “Amen” FTLN 0669 When they did say “God bless us.” 40 FTLN 0670 LADY MACBETH Consider it not so deeply. MACBETH FTLN 0671 But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”? FTLN 0672 I had most need of blessing, and “Amen” FTLN 0673 Stuck in my throat. FTLN 0674 LADY MACBETH These deeds must not be thought 45 FTLN 0675 After these ways; so, it will make us mad. MACBETH FTLN 0676 Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more! FTLN 0677 Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep, FTLN 0678 Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, FTLN 0679 The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, 50 FTLN 0680 Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, FTLN 0681 Chief nourisher in life’s feast. FTLN 0682 LADY MACBETH What do you mean? MACBETH FTLN 0683 Still it cried “Sleep no more!” to all the house. FTLN 0684 “Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore 55 FTLN 0685 Cawdor FTLN 0686 Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”  ACT 2. SC. 2 59 Macbeth LADY MACBETH FTLN 0687 Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, FTLN 0688 You do unbend your noble strength to think FTLN 0689 So brainsickly of things. Go get some water 60 FTLN 0690 And wash this filthy witness from your hand.— FTLN 0691 Why did you bring these daggers from the place? FTLN 0692 They must lie there. Go, carry them and smear FTLN 0693 The sleepy grooms with blood. FTLN 0694 MACBETH I’ll go no more. 65 FTLN 0695 I am afraid to think what I have done. FTLN 0696 Look on ’t again I dare not. FTLN 0697 LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose! FTLN 0698 Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead FTLN 0699 Are but as pictures. ’Tis the eye of childhood 70 FTLN 0700 That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, FTLN 0701 I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal, FTLN 0702 For it must seem their guilt. She exits with the daggers. Knock within. FTLN 0703 MACBETH Whence is that FTLN 0704 knocking? 75 FTLN 0705 How is ’t with me when every noise appalls me? FTLN 0706 What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. FTLN 0707 Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood FTLN 0708 Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather FTLN 0709 The multitudinous seas incarnadine, 80 FTLN 0710 Making the green one red. Enter Lady Macbeth. LADY MACBETH FTLN 0711 My hands are of your color, but I shame FTLN 0712 To wear a heart so white. Knock. FTLN 0713 I hear a knocking FTLN 0714 At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber. 85 FTLN 0715 A little water clears us of this deed. FTLN 0716 How easy is it, then! Your constancy FTLN 0717 Hath left you unattended. Knock.  ACT 2. SC. 3 61 Macbeth FTLN 0718 Hark, more knocking. FTLN 0719 Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us 90 FTLN 0720 And show us to be watchers. Be not lost FTLN 0721 So poorly in your thoughts. MACBETH FTLN 0722 To know my deed ’twere best not know myself. Knock. FTLN 0723 Wake Duncan with thy knocking. I would thou FTLN 0724 couldst. 95 They exit. Scene 3 Knocking within. Enter a Porter. FTLN 0725 PORTER Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were FTLN 0726 porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the FTLN 0727 key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’ FTLN 0728 th’ name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged FTLN 0729 himself on th’ expectation of plenty. Come in time! 5 FTLN 0730 Have napkins enough about you; here you’ll sweat FTLN 0731 for ’t. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’ FTLN 0732 other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator FTLN 0733 that could swear in both the scales against either FTLN 0734 scale, who committed treason enough for God’s 10 FTLN 0735 sake yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, FTLN 0736 equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s FTLN 0737 there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither for FTLN 0738 stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here FTLN 0739 you may roast your goose. (Knock.) Knock, knock! 15 FTLN 0740 Never at quiet.—What are you?—But this place is FTLN 0741 too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further. I had FTLN 0742 thought to have let in some of all professions that go FTLN 0743 the primrose way to th’ everlasting bonfire. (Knock.) FTLN 0744 Anon, anon! 20 The Porter opens the door to Macduff and Lennox. FTLN 0745 I pray you, remember the porter.  ACT 2. SC. 3 63 Macbeth MACDUFF FTLN 0746 Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed FTLN 0747 That you do lie so late? FTLN 0748 PORTER Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second FTLN 0749 cock, and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three 25 FTLN 0750 things. FTLN 0751 MACDUFF What three things does drink especially FTLN 0752 provoke? FTLN 0753 PORTER Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. FTLN 0754 Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes 30 FTLN 0755 the desire, but it takes away the performance. FTLN 0756 Therefore much drink may be said to be an FTLN 0757 equivocator with lechery. It makes him, and it FTLN 0758 mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it FTLN 0759 persuades him and disheartens him; makes him 35 FTLN 0760 stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates FTLN 0761 him in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaves FTLN 0762 him. FTLN 0763 MACDUFF I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. FTLN 0764 PORTER That it did, sir, i’ th’ very throat on me; but I 40 FTLN 0765 requited him for his lie, and, I think, being too FTLN 0766 strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, FTLN 0767 yet I made a shift to cast him. FTLN 0768 MACDUFF Is thy master stirring? Enter Macbeth. FTLN 0769 Our knocking has awaked him. Here he comes. 45 Porter exits. LENNOX FTLN 0770 Good morrow, noble sir. FTLN 0771 MACBETH Good morrow, both. MACDUFF FTLN 0772 Is the King stirring, worthy thane? FTLN 0773 MACBETH Not yet. MACDUFF FTLN 0774 He did command me to call timely on him. 50 FTLN 0775 I have almost slipped the hour.  ACT 2. SC. 3 65 Macbeth FTLN 0776 MACBETH I’ll bring you to him. MACDUFF FTLN 0777 I know this is a joyful trouble to you, FTLN 0778 But yet ’tis one. MACBETH FTLN 0779 The labor we delight in physics pain. 55 FTLN 0780 This is the door. FTLN 0781 MACDUFF I’ll make so bold to call, FTLN 0782 For ’tis my limited service. Macduff exits. FTLN 0783 LENNOX Goes the King hence today? FTLN 0784 MACBETH He does. He did appoint so. 60 LENNOX FTLN 0785 The night has been unruly. Where we lay, FTLN 0786 Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say, FTLN 0787 Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of FTLN 0788 death, FTLN 0789 And prophesying, with accents terrible, 65 FTLN 0790 Of dire combustion and confused events FTLN 0791 New hatched to th’ woeful time. The obscure bird FTLN 0792 Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth FTLN 0793 Was feverous and did shake. FTLN 0794 MACBETH ’Twas a rough night. 70 LENNOX FTLN 0795 My young remembrance cannot parallel FTLN 0796 A fellow to it. Enter Macduff. FTLN 0797 MACDUFF O horror, horror, horror! FTLN 0798 Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee! FTLN 0799 MACBETH AND LENNOX What’s the matter? 75 MACDUFF FTLN 0800 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. FTLN 0801 Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope FTLN 0802 The Lord’s anointed temple and stole thence FTLN 0803 The life o’ th’ building.  ACT 2. SC. 3 67 Macbeth FTLN 0804 MACBETH What is ’t you say? The life? 80 FTLN 0805 LENNOX Mean you his Majesty? MACDUFF FTLN 0806 Approach the chamber and destroy your sight FTLN 0807 With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak. FTLN 0808 See and then speak yourselves. Macbeth and Lennox exit. FTLN 0809 Awake, awake! 85 FTLN 0810 Ring the alarum bell.—Murder and treason! FTLN 0811 Banquo and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake! FTLN 0812 Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, FTLN 0813 And look on death itself. Up, up, and see FTLN 0814 The great doom’s image. Malcolm, Banquo, 90 FTLN 0815 As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites FTLN 0816 To countenance this horror.—Ring the bell. Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth. FTLN 0817 LADY MACBETH What’s the business, FTLN 0818 That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley FTLN 0819 The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak! 95 FTLN 0820 MACDUFF O gentle lady, FTLN 0821 ’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak. FTLN 0822 The repetition in a woman’s ear FTLN 0823 Would murder as it fell. Enter Banquo. FTLN 0824 O Banquo, Banquo, 100 FTLN 0825 Our royal master’s murdered. FTLN 0826 LADY MACBETH Woe, alas! FTLN 0827 What, in our house? FTLN 0828 BANQUO Too cruel anywhere.— FTLN 0829 Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself 105 FTLN 0830 And say it is not so.  ACT 2. SC. 3 69 Macbeth Enter Macbeth, Lennox, and Ross. MACBETH FTLN 0831 Had I but died an hour before this chance, FTLN 0832 I had lived a blessèd time; for from this instant FTLN 0833 There’s nothing serious in mortality. FTLN 0834 All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead. 110 FTLN 0835 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees FTLN 0836 Is left this vault to brag of. Enter Malcolm and Donalbain. FTLN 0837 DONALBAIN What is amiss? FTLN 0838 MACBETH You are, and do not know ’t. FTLN 0839 The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood 115 FTLN 0840 Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped. MACDUFF FTLN 0841 Your royal father’s murdered. FTLN 0842 MALCOLM O, by whom? LENNOX FTLN 0843 Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done ’t. FTLN 0844 Their hands and faces were all badged with blood. 120 FTLN 0845 So were their daggers, which unwiped we found FTLN 0846 Upon their pillows. They stared and were distracted. FTLN 0847 No man’s life was to be trusted with them. MACBETH FTLN 0848 O, yet I do repent me of my fury, FTLN 0849 That I did kill them. 125 FTLN 0850 MACDUFF Wherefore did you so? MACBETH FTLN 0851 Who can be wise, amazed, temp’rate, and furious, FTLN 0852 Loyal, and neutral, in a moment? No man. FTLN 0853 Th’ expedition of my violent love FTLN 0854 Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, 130 FTLN 0855 His silver skin laced with his golden blood, FTLN 0856 And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature FTLN 0857 For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there the murderers,  ACT 2. SC. 3 71 Macbeth FTLN 0858 Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers FTLN 0859 Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain 135 FTLN 0860 That had a heart to love, and in that heart FTLN 0861 Courage to make ’s love known? FTLN 0862 LADY MACBETH Help me hence, ho! MACDUFF FTLN 0863 Look to the lady. FTLN 0864 MALCOLM, aside to Donalbain Why do we hold our 140 FTLN 0865 tongues, FTLN 0866 That most may claim this argument for ours? DONALBAIN, aside to Malcolm FTLN 0867 What should be spoken here, where our fate, FTLN 0868 Hid in an auger hole, may rush and seize us? FTLN 0869 Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brewed. 145 MALCOLM, aside to Donalbain FTLN 0870 Nor our strong sorrow upon the foot of motion. FTLN 0871 BANQUO Look to the lady. Lady Macbeth is assisted to leave. FTLN 0872 And when we have our naked frailties hid, FTLN 0873 That suffer in exposure, let us meet FTLN 0874 And question this most bloody piece of work 150 FTLN 0875 To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us. FTLN 0876 In the great hand of God I stand, and thence FTLN 0877 Against the undivulged pretense I fight FTLN 0878 Of treasonous malice. FTLN 0879 MACDUFF And so do I. 155 FTLN 0880 ALL So all. MACBETH FTLN 0881 Let’s briefly put on manly readiness FTLN 0882 And meet i’ th’ hall together. FTLN 0883 ALL Well contented. All but Malcolm and Donalbain exit. MALCOLM FTLN 0884 What will you do? Let’s not consort with them. 160 FTLN 0885 To show an unfelt sorrow is an office FTLN 0886 Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.  ACT 2. SC. 4 73 Macbeth DONALBAIN FTLN 0887 To Ireland I. Our separated fortune FTLN 0888 Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are, FTLN 0889 There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood, 165 FTLN 0890 The nearer bloody. FTLN 0891 MALCOLM This murderous shaft that’s shot FTLN 0892 Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way FTLN 0893 Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse, FTLN 0894 And let us not be dainty of leave-taking 170 FTLN 0895 But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft FTLN 0896 Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left. They exit. Scene 4 Enter Ross with an Old Man. OLD MAN FTLN 0897 Threescore and ten I can remember well, FTLN 0898 Within the volume of which time I have seen FTLN 0899 Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore FTLN 0900 night FTLN 0901 Hath trifled former knowings. 5 FTLN 0902 ROSS Ha, good father, FTLN 0903 Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act, FTLN 0904 Threatens his bloody stage. By th’ clock ’tis day, FTLN 0905 And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp. FTLN 0906 Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame 10 FTLN 0907 That darkness does the face of earth entomb FTLN 0908 When living light should kiss it? FTLN 0909 OLD MAN ’Tis unnatural, FTLN 0910 Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last FTLN 0911 A falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place, 15 FTLN 0912 Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. ROSS FTLN 0913 And Duncan’s horses (a thing most strange and FTLN 0914 certain),  ACT 2. SC. 4 75 Macbeth FTLN 0915 Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, FTLN 0916 Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, 20 FTLN 0917 Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would FTLN 0918 Make war with mankind. FTLN 0919 OLD MAN ’Tis said they eat each FTLN 0920 other. ROSS FTLN 0921 They did so, to th’ amazement of mine eyes 25 FTLN 0922 That looked upon ’t. Enter Macduff. FTLN 0923 Here comes the good FTLN 0924 Macduff.— FTLN 0925 How goes the world, sir, now? FTLN 0926 MACDUFF Why, see you not? 30 ROSS FTLN 0927 Is ’t known who did this more than bloody deed? MACDUFF FTLN 0928 Those that Macbeth hath slain. FTLN 0929 ROSS Alas the day, FTLN 0930 What good could they pretend? FTLN 0931 MACDUFF They were suborned. 35 FTLN 0932 Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons, FTLN 0933 Are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them FTLN 0934 Suspicion of the deed. FTLN 0935 ROSS ’Gainst nature still! FTLN 0936 Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up 40 FTLN 0937 Thine own lives’ means. Then ’tis most like FTLN 0938 The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. MACDUFF FTLN 0939 He is already named and gone to Scone FTLN 0940 To be invested. FTLN 0941 ROSS Where is Duncan’s body? 45 FTLN 0942 MACDUFF Carried to Colmekill, FTLN 0943 The sacred storehouse of his predecessors FTLN 0944 And guardian of their bones.  ACT 2. SC. 4 77 Macbeth FTLN 0945 ROSS Will you to Scone? MACDUFF FTLN 0946 No, cousin, I’ll to Fife. 50 FTLN 0947 ROSS Well, I will thither. MACDUFF FTLN 0948 Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu, FTLN 0949 Lest our old robes sit easier than our new. FTLN 0950 ROSS Farewell, father. OLD MAN FTLN 0951 God’s benison go with you and with those 55 FTLN 0952 That would make good of bad and friends of foes. All exit.  ACT 3 Scene 1 Enter Banquo. BANQUO FTLN 0953 Thou hast it now—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all FTLN 0954 As the Weïrd Women promised, and I fear FTLN 0955 Thou played’st most foully for ’t. Yet it was said FTLN 0956 It should not stand in thy posterity, FTLN 0957 But that myself should be the root and father 5 FTLN 0958 Of many kings. If there come truth from them FTLN 0959 (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) FTLN 0960 Why, by the verities on thee made good, FTLN 0961 May they not be my oracles as well, FTLN 0962 And set me up in hope? But hush, no more. 10 Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth, Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants. MACBETH FTLN 0963 Here’s our chief guest. FTLN 0964 LADY MACBETH If he had been forgotten, FTLN 0965 It had been as a gap in our great feast FTLN 0966 And all-thing unbecoming. MACBETH FTLN 0967 Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir, 15 FTLN 0968 And I’ll request your presence. FTLN 0969 BANQUO Let your Highness 81  ACT 3. SC. 1 83 Macbeth FTLN 0970 Command upon me, to the which my duties FTLN 0971 Are with a most indissoluble tie FTLN 0972 Forever knit. 20 FTLN 0973 MACBETH Ride you this afternoon? FTLN 0974 BANQUO Ay, my good lord. MACBETH FTLN 0975 We should have else desired your good advice FTLN 0976 (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) FTLN 0977 In this day’s council, but we’ll take tomorrow. 25 FTLN 0978 Is ’t far you ride? BANQUO FTLN 0979 As far, my lord, as will fill up the time FTLN 0980 ’Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better, FTLN 0981 I must become a borrower of the night FTLN 0982 For a dark hour or twain. 30 FTLN 0983 MACBETH Fail not our feast. FTLN 0984 BANQUO My lord, I will not. MACBETH FTLN 0985 We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed FTLN 0986 In England and in Ireland, not confessing FTLN 0987 Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers 35 FTLN 0988 With strange invention. But of that tomorrow, FTLN 0989 When therewithal we shall have cause of state FTLN 0990 Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse. Adieu, FTLN 0991 Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? BANQUO FTLN 0992 Ay, my good lord. Our time does call upon ’s. 40 MACBETH FTLN 0993 I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, FTLN 0994 And so I do commend you to their backs. FTLN 0995 Farewell. Banquo exits. FTLN 0996 Let every man be master of his time FTLN 0997 Till seven at night. To make society 45 FTLN 0998 The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself FTLN 0999 Till suppertime alone. While then, God be with you. Lords and all but Macbeth and a Servant exit.  ACT 3. SC. 1 85 Macbeth FTLN 1000 Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men FTLN 1001 Our pleasure? SERVANT FTLN 1002 They are, my lord, without the palace gate. 50 MACBETH FTLN 1003 Bring them before us. Servant exits. FTLN 1004 To be thus is nothing, FTLN 1005 But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo FTLN 1006 Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature FTLN 1007 Reigns that which would be feared. ’Tis much he 55 FTLN 1008 dares, FTLN 1009 And to that dauntless temper of his mind FTLN 1010 He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor FTLN 1011 To act in safety. There is none but he FTLN 1012 Whose being I do fear; and under him 60 FTLN 1013 My genius is rebuked, as it is said FTLN 1014 Mark Antony’s was by Caesar. He chid the sisters FTLN 1015 When first they put the name of king upon me FTLN 1016 And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like, FTLN 1017 They hailed him father to a line of kings. 65 FTLN 1018 Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown FTLN 1019 And put a barren scepter in my grip, FTLN 1020 Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, FTLN 1021 No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so, FTLN 1022 For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind; 70 FTLN 1023 For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered, FTLN 1024 Put rancors in the vessel of my peace FTLN 1025 Only for them, and mine eternal jewel FTLN 1026 Given to the common enemy of man FTLN 1027 To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings. 75 FTLN 1028 Rather than so, come fate into the list, FTLN 1029 And champion me to th’ utterance.—Who’s there? Enter Servant and two Murderers. FTLN 1030 To the Servant. Now go to the door, and stay there FTLN 1031 till we call. Servant exits.  ACT 3. SC. 1 87 Macbeth FTLN 1032 Was it not yesterday we spoke together? 80 MURDERERS FTLN 1033 It was, so please your Highness. FTLN 1034 MACBETH Well then, now FTLN 1035 Have you considered of my speeches? Know FTLN 1036 That it was he, in the times past, which held you FTLN 1037 So under fortune, which you thought had been 85 FTLN 1038 Our innocent self. This I made good to you FTLN 1039 In our last conference, passed in probation with you FTLN 1040 How you were borne in hand, how crossed, the FTLN 1041 instruments, FTLN 1042 Who wrought with them, and all things else that 90 FTLN 1043 might FTLN 1044 To half a soul and to a notion crazed FTLN 1045 Say “Thus did Banquo.” FTLN 1046 FIRST MURDERER You made it known to us. MACBETH FTLN 1047 I did so, and went further, which is now 95 FTLN 1048 Our point of second meeting. Do you find FTLN 1049 Your patience so predominant in your nature FTLN 1050 That you can let this go? Are you so gospeled FTLN 1051 To pray for this good man and for his issue, FTLN 1052 Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave 100 FTLN 1053 And beggared yours forever? FTLN 1054 FIRST MURDERER We are men, my liege. MACBETH FTLN 1055 Ay, in the catalogue you go for men, FTLN 1056 As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, FTLN 1057 curs, 105 FTLN 1058 Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept FTLN 1059 All by the name of dogs. The valued file FTLN 1060 Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, FTLN 1061 The housekeeper, the hunter, every one FTLN 1062 According to the gift which bounteous nature 110 FTLN 1063 Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive  ACT 3. SC. 1 89 Macbeth FTLN 1064 Particular addition, from the bill FTLN 1065 That writes them all alike. And so of men. FTLN 1066 Now, if you have a station in the file, FTLN 1067 Not i’ th’ worst rank of manhood, say ’t, 115 FTLN 1068 And I will put that business in your bosoms FTLN 1069 Whose execution takes your enemy off, FTLN 1070 Grapples you to the heart and love of us, FTLN 1071 Who wear our health but sickly in his life, FTLN 1072 Which in his death were perfect. 120 FTLN 1073 SECOND MURDERER I am one, my liege, FTLN 1074 Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world FTLN 1075 Hath so incensed that I am reckless what FTLN 1076 I do to spite the world. FTLN 1077 FIRST MURDERER And I another 125 FTLN 1078 So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, FTLN 1079 That I would set my life on any chance, FTLN 1080 To mend it or be rid on ’t. FTLN 1081 MACBETH Both of you FTLN 1082 Know Banquo was your enemy. 130 FTLN 1083 MURDERERS True, my lord. MACBETH FTLN 1084 So is he mine, and in such bloody distance FTLN 1085 That every minute of his being thrusts FTLN 1086 Against my near’st of life. And though I could FTLN 1087 With barefaced power sweep him from my sight 135 FTLN 1088 And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, FTLN 1089 For certain friends that are both his and mine, FTLN 1090 Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall FTLN 1091 Who I myself struck down. And thence it is FTLN 1092 That I to your assistance do make love, 140 FTLN 1093 Masking the business from the common eye FTLN 1094 For sundry weighty reasons. FTLN 1095 SECOND MURDERER We shall, my lord, FTLN 1096 Perform what you command us. FTLN 1097 FIRST MURDERER Though our lives— 145  ACT 3. SC. 2 91 Macbeth MACBETH FTLN 1098 Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at FTLN 1099 most FTLN 1100 I will advise you where to plant yourselves, FTLN 1101 Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ th’ time, FTLN 1102 The moment on ’t, for ’t must be done tonight 150 FTLN 1103 And something from the palace; always thought FTLN 1104 That I require a clearness. And with him FTLN 1105 (To leave no rubs nor botches in the work) FTLN 1106 Fleance, his son, that keeps him company, FTLN 1107 Whose absence is no less material to me 155 FTLN 1108 Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate FTLN 1109 Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart. FTLN 1110 I’ll come to you anon. FTLN 1111 MURDERERS We are resolved, my lord. MACBETH FTLN 1112 I’ll call upon you straight. Abide within. 160 Murderers exit. FTLN 1113 It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul’s flight, FTLN 1114 If it find heaven, must find it out tonight. He exits. Scene 2 Enter Macbeth’s Lady and a Servant. FTLN 1115 LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court? SERVANT FTLN 1116 Ay, madam, but returns again tonight. LADY MACBETH FTLN 1117 Say to the King I would attend his leisure FTLN 1118 For a few words. FTLN 1119 SERVANT Madam, I will. He exits. 5 FTLN 1120 LADY MACBETH Naught’s had, all’s spent, FTLN 1121 Where our desire is got without content. FTLN 1122 ’Tis safer to be that which we destroy FTLN 1123 Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.  ACT 3. SC. 2 93 Macbeth Enter Macbeth. FTLN 1124 How now, my lord, why do you keep alone, 10 FTLN 1125 Of sorriest fancies your companions making, FTLN 1126 Using those thoughts which should indeed have died FTLN 1127 With them they think on? Things without all remedy FTLN 1128 Should be without regard. What’s done is done. MACBETH FTLN 1129 We have scorched the snake, not killed it. 15 FTLN 1130 She’ll close and be herself whilst our poor malice FTLN 1131 Remains in danger of her former tooth. FTLN 1132 But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds FTLN 1133 suffer, FTLN 1134 Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep 20 FTLN 1135 In the affliction of these terrible dreams FTLN 1136 That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, FTLN 1137 Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, FTLN 1138 Than on the torture of the mind to lie FTLN 1139 In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave. 25 FTLN 1140 After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well. FTLN 1141 Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison, FTLN 1142 Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing FTLN 1143 Can touch him further. FTLN 1144 LADY MACBETH Come on, gentle my lord, 30 FTLN 1145 Sleek o’er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial FTLN 1146 Among your guests tonight. FTLN 1147 MACBETH So shall I, love, FTLN 1148 And so I pray be you. Let your remembrance FTLN 1149 Apply to Banquo; present him eminence 35 FTLN 1150 Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that we FTLN 1151 Must lave our honors in these flattering streams FTLN 1152 And make our faces vizards to our hearts, FTLN 1153 Disguising what they are. FTLN 1154 LADY MACBETH You must leave this. 40 MACBETH FTLN 1155 O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! FTLN 1156 Thou know’st that Banquo and his Fleance lives.  ACT 3. SC. 3 95 Macbeth LADY MACBETH FTLN 1157 But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne. MACBETH FTLN 1158 There’s comfort yet; they are assailable. FTLN 1159 Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown 45 FTLN 1160 His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons FTLN 1161 The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums FTLN 1162 Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done FTLN 1163 A deed of dreadful note. FTLN 1164 LADY MACBETH What’s to be done? 50 MACBETH FTLN 1165 Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, FTLN 1166 Till thou applaud the deed.—Come, seeling night, FTLN 1167 Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day FTLN 1168 And with thy bloody and invisible hand FTLN 1169 Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond 55 FTLN 1170 Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow FTLN 1171 Makes wing to th’ rooky wood. FTLN 1172 Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, FTLN 1173 Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do FTLN 1174 rouse.— 60 FTLN 1175 Thou marvel’st at my words, but hold thee still. FTLN 1176 Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. FTLN 1177 So prithee go with me. They exit. Scene 3 Enter three Murderers. FIRST MURDERER FTLN 1178 But who did bid thee join with us? FTLN 1179 THIRD MURDERER Macbeth. SECOND MURDERER, to the First Murderer FTLN 1180 He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers FTLN 1181 Our offices and what we have to do FTLN 1182 To the direction just. 5  ACT 3. SC. 3 97 Macbeth FTLN 1183 FIRST MURDERER Then stand with us.— FTLN 1184 The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. FTLN 1185 Now spurs the lated traveler apace FTLN 1186 To gain the timely inn, and near approaches FTLN 1187 The subject of our watch. 10 FTLN 1188 THIRD MURDERER Hark, I hear horses. FTLN 1189 BANQUO, within Give us a light there, ho! FTLN 1190 SECOND MURDERER Then ’tis he. The rest FTLN 1191 That are within the note of expectation FTLN 1192 Already are i’ th’ court. 15 FTLN 1193 FIRST MURDERER His horses go about. THIRD MURDERER FTLN 1194 Almost a mile; but he does usually FTLN 1195 (So all men do) from hence to th’ palace gate FTLN 1196 Make it their walk. Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a torch. FTLN 1197 SECOND MURDERER A light, a light! 20 FTLN 1198 THIRD MURDERER ’Tis he. FTLN 1199 FIRST MURDERER Stand to ’t. FTLN 1200 BANQUO, to Fleance It will be rain tonight. FTLN 1201 FIRST MURDERER Let it come down! The three Murderers attack. BANQUO FTLN 1202 O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! 25 FTLN 1203 Thou mayst revenge—O slave! He dies. Fleance exits. THIRD MURDERER FTLN 1204 Who did strike out the light? FTLN 1205 FIRST MURDERER Was ’t not the way? FTLN 1206 THIRD MURDERER There’s but one down. The son is FTLN 1207 fled. 30 FTLN 1208 SECOND MURDERER We have lost best half of our FTLN 1209 affair. FIRST MURDERER FTLN 1210 Well, let’s away and say how much is done. They exit.  ACT 3. SC. 4 99 Macbeth Scene 4 Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants. MACBETH FTLN 1211 You know your own degrees; sit down. At first FTLN 1212 And last, the hearty welcome. They sit. FTLN 1213 LORDS Thanks to your Majesty. MACBETH FTLN 1214 Ourself will mingle with society FTLN 1215 And play the humble host. 5 FTLN 1216 Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time FTLN 1217 We will require her welcome. LADY MACBETH FTLN 1218 Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, FTLN 1219 For my heart speaks they are welcome. Enter First Murderer to the door. MACBETH FTLN 1220 See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks. 10 FTLN 1221 Both sides are even. Here I’ll sit i’ th’ midst. FTLN 1222 Be large in mirth. Anon we’ll drink a measure FTLN 1223 The table round. He approaches the Murderer. There’s FTLN 1224 blood upon thy face. FTLN 1225 MURDERER ’Tis Banquo’s then. 15 MACBETH FTLN 1226 ’Tis better thee without than he within. FTLN 1227 Is he dispatched? MURDERER FTLN 1228 My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him. MACBETH FTLN 1229 Thou art the best o’ th’ cutthroats, FTLN 1230 Yet he’s good that did the like for Fleance. 20 FTLN 1231 If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil. MURDERER FTLN 1232 Most royal sir, Fleance is ’scaped. MACBETH, aside FTLN 1233 Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect,  ACT 3. SC. 4 101 Macbeth FTLN 1234 Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, FTLN 1235 As broad and general as the casing air. 25 FTLN 1236 But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in FTLN 1237 To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo’s safe? MURDERER FTLN 1238 Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides, FTLN 1239 With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head, FTLN 1240 The least a death to nature. 30 FTLN 1241 MACBETH Thanks for that. FTLN 1242 There the grown serpent lies. The worm that’s fled FTLN 1243 Hath nature that in time will venom breed, FTLN 1244 No teeth for th’ present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow FTLN 1245 We’ll hear ourselves again. Murderer exits. 35 FTLN 1246 LADY MACBETH My royal lord, FTLN 1247 You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold FTLN 1248 That is not often vouched, while ’tis a-making, FTLN 1249 ’Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; FTLN 1250 From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; 40 FTLN 1251 Meeting were bare without it. Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeth’s place. FTLN 1252 MACBETH, to Lady Macbeth Sweet remembrancer!— FTLN 1253 Now, good digestion wait on appetite FTLN 1254 And health on both! FTLN 1255 LENNOX May ’t please your Highness sit. 45 MACBETH FTLN 1256 Here had we now our country’s honor roofed, FTLN 1257 Were the graced person of our Banquo present, FTLN 1258 Who may I rather challenge for unkindness FTLN 1259 Than pity for mischance. FTLN 1260 ROSS His absence, sir, 50 FTLN 1261 Lays blame upon his promise. Please ’t your FTLN 1262 Highness FTLN 1263 To grace us with your royal company? MACBETH FTLN 1264 The table’s full.  ACT 3. SC. 4 103 Macbeth FTLN 1265 LENNOX Here is a place reserved, sir.